"I'll steal all the cakes," said Kon, standing up to crouch on the roof. "Forty cakes. It'll be terrible."

Why forty? Who knew. It just came into his head.

He looked to Tim, waiting for his cue to jump in and go after the guy. So far, that'd been his way of not messing it all up. He was pretty proud of his self-restraint, truth be told. Following very basic instructions was something he'd once found challenging in the past.